User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-3135907-20130319214357/@comment-3135907-20130325144657

Me an' Crangy, we wuz near the Habbey, afore we joined up! Well, ol' Crangy climbed uppa big elm an' spotted only two old mouses on the grounds. Two old mouses, heehee! I sez to Crangy, 'let's go find sumbeasts t' `elp us out in takin' over the castle'. An' we wuz trekkin' abit afore we wuz foun' by ol' Slaye `ere! Ain't that right, Crangy?" A gnarled stoat nods in agreement. Slaye turns on him. "Really? Only two old mice? Are you sure there weren't more abbeybeasts inside?" Crangy grins at Slaye's question. "No, but they'd have t' be short on beasts iff'n all they puts to guard the Habbey is two acient fogeys!"